Romans & histoires The Scent Of Peace For Him

It was a mild, sweet, and slightly acidic scent, with earthy and woody nuances—it was the smell of his favorite fruit: blackberry. "You smell so good," Ciel couldn't help but say as he sniffed at his savior, wanting to savor his scent more. Ciel closed his eyes as he continued to sniff off the scent he was smelling. He was already getting sleepy because of drunkenness, and it only got worse as he continued to smell the scent of his savior. Because aside from the blackberry being his favorite fruit and really loving the scent and aroma of it, the scent coming off his savior was also somehow soothing and calming, and for some reason, it makes Ciel feel safe and at ease, making him want to just

Things were so very confusing for his maid. He remembered talking to his mother. Certainly all a dream of a near-death experience. He now had no pain. He felt tired, but warm and comfortable, and although he could smell the disinfectant, and hear the annoying noise of the machines, the smell that was in the air made him smile. His mouth salivated at the delicious scent that filled his nostrils. The aphrodisiac scent of cedar oil and mint tea leaves and the sensual scent of jasmine flowers and amber were very sensual. For a second, he thought they had scented his bed, but the scent wasn't coming from the bed, it was in the air.

His presence alone seemed to calm the frenzy inside me. As he came closer, I was surrounded by the soothing scent of sandalwood. The smell was calming, easing my fears and leaving me with a warm sense of comfort. I felt something in me ready to jump

His scent was calming me down and I let myself enjoy the warm embrace for a while. ***

It was in his arms that I felt truly seen and accepted, with all my flaws and imperfections. His natural scent, a unique blend of soap and nature, his own essence, enveloped me, triggering a rush of memories and emotions. It was a scent that had become intertwined with my own experiences, reminding me of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and stolen kisses. In that moment, I realized how much I had missed the way he smelled, how it acted as a comforting balm to my weary soul.

His body stiffens for a fraction of a second, as if caught off guard, but then — he responds. His arms wrap securely around my waist, pulling me in tightly. As I rest my head against his chest, I catch the subtle scent of cedarwood and citrus—clean, fresh, warm. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. "This is exactly what I need right now," I whisper. Calvin's voice is gentle, warm. "Well, I’m glad to be of service." But even as I sink into the comfort of Calvin’s arms, the momentary sense of peace —

Yet the man was ignoring her, lost in his own thoughts. This guy smells like a flower vase. Lilac? Roses? Or Heaven? Weird. She breathed in his scent, which was nothing but like her grandpappy, who always had a hint of the spicy cigar, but this man has a lingering scent of fresh earthly and ocean aromas. What a weird combination! His scent was so much more amazing nearby, though. Like a tang of sea air that has a way of making her satisfied and in harmony, like it was anchoring her other emotions to the briny whiff that has all the callings of home. A scent that made her feel at ease, like she was safe and safeguarded. So this was what she smelled earlier. Testosterone?

Zander whimpered from the pain while I clutched my chest tightly. "Follow the fragrance," he urged on. Turning towards the direction of the scent, the pain disappeared. A frown marred my face. "Come on," Zander pushed me, once again, he was excited. Deciding to know what was going on, I began to trace the fragrance. The more I got closer to where it was coming from, the more Zander's excitement bubbled. "What is so special about this scent?" I growled. "It makes us feel at peace. See, it even healed us of the ache." He sighed happily. "It has become my favorite scent."

It was a scent I had dreamed of, a scent I had mourned, a scent that was now my reality. We just sat there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence a comfortable, healing balm on the raw, open wounds of our shared past. I could feel the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart against my cheek, a slow, calming drum that soothed the frantic, chaotic rhythm of my own. I felt safe. I felt whole. I felt… peace. “I missed this,” I finally whispered, my voice a muffled, contented sound against his shirt. “I missed us.”

Now it is just the body that needs to connect to his soul. My eyes shift to his shirt, which he had discarded at night, and he must have forgotten to pick it up when he left this morning. Walking over it, I pick it up, and instantly, his scent reaches my nose. Pressing my nose against the shirt's fabric, I find myself inhaling his woodsy scent. A sense of warmth washes over my heart as I find myself breathing the familiar scent. I know this must be because of the mate bond that I find his scent so addictive, but the sense of calmness and peace which I feel within his presence is all because of him. His warmth and love make me feel like I am at peace. I have found my solace in him.